Open All Night Lyrics – Bruce Springsteen

Open All Night (Live at Count Basie Theatre, Red Bank, NJ) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out, she’s hummin’ like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, checked the plugs and points
Well, I’m goin’ out tonight, I’m gonna rock that joint

[Verse 2]
Early, North Jersey industrial skyline
I’m an all-set Cobra Jet, creepin’ through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you’re all alone
I gotta hit the gas, baby, I’m runnin’ late
This Nеw Jersey in the mornin’ likе a lunar landscape

[Verse 3]
Now, the boss don’t dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets crazy
Radio relay towers, won’t you lead me to my baby?
‘Neath the overpass, trooper hits the party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift

[Verse 4]
I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bob’s Big Boy
Fried chicken on the front seat, she’s sittin’ on my lap
We’re wipin’ our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
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[Bridge]
I said hey

[Verse 5]
Well, it’s 5 a.m. and oil pressure’s sinkin’ fast
Gotta make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy’s comin’ on home
“Sit tight, little mama, I’ma comin’ ’round
I got-a three more hours, but I’m coverin’ ground”

[Verse 6]
Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours
Sun’s just a red ball risin’ over them refinery towers
Radio’s jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls callin’ long distance salvation
Hey Mr. DJ, won’t you hear my last prayer?
Hey ho, rock ‘n’ roll, deliver me from nowhere

[Scatting]